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A Poisoned Heart And A Twisted Memory

Richard Thompson
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
O  you took  my word and you took my key
 You took my pride and you took my dignity
How  can I still pretend  to be what a man should be
Well, whatever  I say is in a book
 Whatever I do there’s someone there to look
You  just can’t shake a man  the way that I’ve been shook
 Now is this  the way it’s supposed  to be
 Is this  the way it’s supposed  to be
 A poisoned  heart and a twisted memory  (repeat)
 O see that lifer doing his time
 If I could have his place and he’d have mine
 We’d be no better off on either side of the line
 Well, you took my job and you put me to sleep
 You feed me money, you treat me like a creep
 Wish I could get away but I must be in it too deep
 Well, you tell me you’re going to get in touch
 You send me a letter that reads like double-Dutch
 You say, you’re bound to lose, you’re a little such-and-such
 You got my number, you got my rank
 You drained my head, you drained my petrol tank
 And when I die of shame I won’t even know who to thank

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Readable chord sheet for A Poisoned Heart And A Twisted Memory by Richard Thompson

[E]O you [B]took my word and you took my key
You took my pride and you took my dignit[A]y
[C#]How can I still pre[F#m]tend to be what a man should [E]be [A]    [E]      [A]        [E]

[E]Well, [B]whatever I say is in a book
Whatever I do there’s someone there to lo[A]ok
[C#]You just can’t shake a [F#m]man the way that I’ve been [E]shook[A]   [E]     [A]       [E]

Now is [B]this the way it’s sup[F#m]posed to be
Is [B]this the way it’s sup[F#m]posed to be
A [B]poisoned heart and a [A]twisted [B]memo[E]ry [A]   [E]  [A]  [E] (repeat)

O see that lifer doing his time
If I could have his place and he’d have mine
We’d be no better off on either side of the line

Well, you took my job and you put me to sleep
You feed me money, you treat me like a creep
Wish I could get away but I must be in it too deep

Well, you tell me you’re going to get in touch
You send me a letter that reads like double-Dutch
You say, you’re bound to lose, you’re a little such-and-such

You got my number, you got my rank
You drained my head, you drained my petrol tank
And when I die of shame I won’t even know who to thank

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